What's on my mind today, you ask? Well, earlier as I chopped onions and potatoes and broke eggs for breakfast I was thinking about a good nickname for the cat who nobody ever calls by her 'given' name, Cocoa, anymore.
Except my mother-in-law who calls and talks to her when nobody's home. It's comical because that cat is payng no more mind to her voice on the answering machine than the front door or the refrigerator...
Usually it's 'Pussis' or 'Pussalump' or 'Fuzzy Lumpus' or 'Beat it, you!'
Ferris Mewl-er. Because she mewls around like true love, rubbing up against and swirling underfoot, when there's food being prepared whereas any other time you might try to get her attention you might as well be calling the front door or the refrigerator.
Mom says thats the way with female cats and boy cats are much more affectionate and desirous of your attention. Now she tells me...
I'm just of the opinion that a creature that depends on you for everything but the air it breathes might deign to show a glimmer of casual interest if not outright gratitude and/or feigned affection once in a while.
At least something other than baleful or cautious observation from afar and scurrying away leaving puffy tribbles of loose fur drifting on the wind in their wake at the slightest step in their direction. Sheesh!
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